--- David Johnston <rgorman@telusplanet.net> wrote:

Scott Jamison wrote:

     "You're a surprise," said a voice in his head.  It was the

hat's

voice, but it seemed to be speaking to him alone now.  "It's

rather

messy inside your mind, did you know that?  You need to take

charge

of your own destiny, so for you, it's--"

     "Slytherin!" it shouted out loud.

Oh yeah.  Slytherin would approve of THAT choice. 
I...don't...think...so. 

     It does seem odd, doesn't it?

 Frankly Duncan strikes me as a Hufflepuff,

a 
guy who struggles along doing the best he can.  But maybe the Hat
is 
overstocked with suitable candidates for the other three houses and

Duncan, being the kind of boy who is picked last for everything,
ends in 
the house which is now the last choice for everyone.

     More on this next chapter.

     Argent was silver, and only one set of banners had a snake

on

it.  So Slytherin was the half-empty table.  As Duncan headed

their

way, most of them stood and applauded.  His heart sank, as this

was

most assuredly not a good sign.

What, that the table is half empty or that not all of them even
stood up 
for him?

Both.

     "Fancy her, do you?" said Gunnar.  "Don't worry, seven years

is

a long time, and you'll be seeing her again."

     Duncan's ears burned.  "It's not like that!"

     Gunnar laughed.  "Sure it isn't.  But remember, we have

girls in

Slytherin too."

Sure, they're all psychos in thrall to the Dark Arts, but that just

makes them cuter!

Heeheehee.  We'll meet at least one other female Slytherin next
chapter.

with a decidedly orange hue to her elaborately braided hair, was

sorted to their table.  After an introduction, she looked Duncan

up

and down, and said, "You're fat."

Oh yeah.  Slytherin's dating pool is obviously prime.

Good thing Duncan's not ready for girls yet.

     There wasn't another Slytherin until "Talbain, Quentin."  He

was

a swarthy boy whose eyebrows met in the middle, making one long
streak of hair.  Genevieve shrank away from the newcomer.

     "Geez, I'm perfectly safe," growled Quentin.  "Got my shots

and

everything."

OK that's definite.  Slytherin is no longer the house of the
ambitious, 
malicious and well connected.  It's the dumping ground for freaks.

     More on that next chapter.

     What, no love for Cosmo Warlock?

.

     "Who's Professor Granger?" he asked Gunnar.

     "Were you raised by *Muggles*?  

Said Gunnar, apparently oblivious to the significance of the name 
"Dursley" even though Martin is generally despised at school for
some 
kind of vague connection to them.

    Knut hasn't dropped for Gunnar yet.

SKJAM!

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